always the punchline

when one becomes an apprentice one gets used to the way things are around the office rather quickly

so I was going through the loss.jpg tag and people are getting angry because of how miscarriage isn’t a funny thing. And that’s true! Miscarriage is a sad thing and not at all something okay to laugh at!

But the thing that makes loss.jpg funny is because of how it’s bad storytelling. When you want a funny comic, you often have simplistic, similarly arranged panels to deliver the punchline. It’s funny because of either something being said or something changing! (Buckley could work on the funny though.)

See, Garfield is a good example of this:

Almost all of those panels have the same two figures in roughly the same spot. This helps accentuate how the last panel (the punchline panel, if you will) is different!

Ctrl+Alt+Del is a comic series that kept to this pattern:

Here, again, we have panels arranged simply, and the figures in the same  arrangement (height and placement, if you will) so that people pay attention to the text. The text is the funny part here, so there is no reason for the figures to change much.

But loss.jpg is a serious piece. I mean, I’ve never experienced this, but I’m willing to bet that if I or my spouse or my friend experienced a miscarriage or something, I’d be devastated! However, it kept to the silly, simplistic format.

“Well, okay.” you say. “How do you convey serious emotions in comics?”

And that depends on the emotion! The regular squares of the above comics enforce a sense of regularity. Meanwhile, with, like, an action comic, the panels will often be misshapen and crooked to give the idea that woah! something is happening.

Woah!! that guy almost go eaten by a dino thingy. It’s chaotic and confusing- meanwhile if you had put that into our “loss” format, the action would seem to have been much less important. In fact, you could almost say that it looked funny! See what I’m getting at?

“Okay. But whateverhisnameis from CAD isn’t fighting dinosaurs. Would he need those wacky panels?”

Well, sort of! You might want a misaligned panel for the panel when he opens the door, because I’m pretty sure he’s slamming it open, not gently pushing the door aside. But for the other panels, it would seem DragonBall Z levels of overdramatic to have WOAHH ACTION panels. You’d want something that isn’t too repetitive, thought. Something like this!

Here, the panels are pretty regular. But the placement of the figures is different according to each panel, creating that difference that we need to keep the actions from seeming funny. Sure, nobody is throwing punches, but there is something serious going on!! This isn’t perceived as funny because the figures are different per each panel.

Compare to loss.jpg and what do we have?

we have figures all positioned about knee height, with our protagonist always on the left, and always facing right. The last panel is almost always the punchline panel- that’s why people think that loss.jpg is people laughing at miscarriage. It’s not.

So what would make loss.jpg look like the serious story it’s trying to convey?

I scribbled this in 5 minutes in paint, but here’s my idea of what a better “loss” would look like:

He bursts through the doors and rushes to the receptionist, who directs him to the doctor. As he steps into the hospital room, he sees his wife crying and approaches to comfort her.

Is this perfect? Probably not! I’m honestly just learning comic theory right now. But does it convey the serious and honestly sad story of loss.jpg? Yes! You can’t tell a serious story in a silly manner. It’s like trying to tell a WWII survivor’s story with wingdings font. Using the wrong tools and techniques will get the wrong story across.

TL;DR loss.jpg’s punchline is that Tim Buckley needs to learn how to tell a story, not that miscarriage is in any way funny

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Originally posted by loving-criminal-minds

A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction

Featuring: Spencer Reid x Male Reader              Setting: Season 10

A/N: Trying something new. Send me feedback as gently as possible. xoxo Stu

There wasn’t much you wouldn’t do for your grandmother. So when she asked you to help clear the garden before the first frost set in, you promised you would. That was almost a month ago, now home from a long drawn out case with your team at the elite FBI branch, the BAU, you called Nana and confirmed you would be over this weekend to get the job done.

“Yes, Nana. I will bring gloves.” You smiled at her list of reminders.

“Are you going to bring that tall one with you?” Nana’s voice teasing over the blaring Price Is Right in the background.

“Nana, I’m sure Spencer has plans this weekend.” You mumbled into the phone, blushing.

“What was that, dear?”

“He’s probably busy, Nana.”

“That’s too bad. Maybe next time? I love watching you fall over yourself.”

“Nana, you stop it!” You laughed, the horror and amusement battling on your cheeks. “I love you, see you Saturday.”

“Bright and early, Y/N.”

“Yes, Nana.”

“That’s my boy. Bye now.”

You shook your head and tucked your phone back into your pocket. Your grandmother had a knack for picking up on emotions, especially those one tried to hide. Maybe that was genetic, maybe that helped you be such a great profiler. Either way you loved her and she loved to see you happy. Unfortunately, happy was fleeting, when your long time crush was also your co-worker. The renowned scholar, Dr. Spencer Reid.

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I hope I’m educating outsiders about the long time existence of fatphobia in the African American community.

So many people believed and still believe black women don’t experience fatphobia because of the myth that most African America men like curvy or thick women. This belief ignored years of fat black women or bigger black women who’ve suffered through body image issues, and eating disorders. Every time there’s a study it’s perpetuating the myth that all of us are happy with our bodies because our culture loves bigger girls. That’s complete rubbish and I know that with a fact. That’s not true and has never been true. 

What they don’t know is that our culture’s definition of “thick” is a skinny girl with an acceptable amount of butt and boobs, and has always been.

I mentioned the video model/urban magazine era and how I’ve been around long enough to remember it, and how many believed that era supposedly highlighted the belief or myth that black men preferred bigger women because they were using video models in their videos. In Westernized America where Victoria Secret models are the standard, in black culture video models are equivalent to my size.

If you Google Ki Toy, Melyssa Ford, Vida Guerra, KD Aubert, Bria Myles (some of their pictures are NSFW, and I can’t think of anymore, those are the most popular one’s I remember right off the top of my head), and see what I mean by slim girls with an acceptable amount of butt and boobs. 

And over time the girls got thinner, and the actual thick girls got called too fat, and turned away from videos. Even in old school Hip-Hop videos (Baby Got Back for example), and R&B videos the women were slim not “thick” and definitely never fat/plus size.

There has never been a time in our culture where bigger black women were actually celebrated. The only time we did feel a litte reassured is when another fat black woman made it possible for us to feel comfortable (comedian/actress Monique). And plus size/fat black women always got/get the short end of the stick. We were always seen as the symbol of failure in the black community. The poster child of poor decisions. We had to go through years of being told how fat we are compared to other races of women with some loser pulling up outdated information about our bodies.

If you look in black culture fat black women are always people’s punchlines, it started way back then, not just because social media exists. Those hurtful images and comments turned into memes to bash fat black women have always been there. Joke upon joke comparing us to animals or inanimate objects in the most brutal or antagonizing way.

In our music and in film or t.v. like Big Momma’s house, Friday, Norbit, Martin (character Cole’s girlfriend Big Shirley where she would never be shown, but they’d play up horrible stereotypes about her size and weight by making loud footsteps sounds with the floor shaking indicating how big she was)and many other representations, it’s extremely prevalent to see fatphobia in black culture.

Our fatphobia also comes with racist perceptions about fat black women and black culture so that adds to the burden. Racism is a driving factor of fatphobia.

Fatphobia and eating disorders target black women too.

anonymous asked:

Ok ok we have had fluffy darkstache hc, but what about angst hc???

you got it, dude! 💙

  • wilford doesn’t quite like the fact that their relationship is kept in private. he wants to be able to kiss dark’s cheek in public and hold his hand.
  • he confronted dark about it. it ended in an argument about what people would think and that dark’s gone soft. it hurt wilford to hear that dark cared more about his reputation.
  • wilford tends to cover up his down/depressed feelings with humor. he’ll crack a joke, but the punchline always comes out shaken. that’s when dark knows something’s wrong.
  • dark can’t control himself sometimes when his shell cracks. he warns wilford to stay away should things get worse. there are only a few times when wilford couldn’t escape dark’s wrath in time.
  • dark has a few scars along his chest and stomach. he hates them, but he always watches fondly when wilford traces at them.
  • wilford gets nightmares sometimes and wakes up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, just haunted by the actions of his past. 
  • wilford knows something’s bothering dark when dark drinks a lot.
  • the first time they got together, dark regretted it. he thought it was foolish of them to be taking their partnership to a different level. he never told wilford that. but dark doesn’t regret their relationship now.
  • after the events of the ned affair, where wilford ends up getting shot, dark found out and almost broke everything in the house, fearing the worst. but when wilford came home, a little banged up but still in one piece, dark chastised him before pulling him into a hug like “you fucking idiot, don’t do that again.”
Dance With Me

Originally posted by babustyles

I’M ALIVE! I promise. But I know, I’ve been gone for aaages, and there’s no excuse for me other than the worst writer’s block. Again, I’m sorry. I can’t promise that I’ll post every week like I used to, but I can say that I’m still on here, even when I’m not writing :) Hope you enjoy! x

Word Count: 1,775 (A lot shorter than my usual, I’m sorry.)

This is Dunkirk!Harry and inspired by this imagine. (Yes I read Bucky stories, don’t judge me. Sebastian is beautiful.) Feedback is greatly appreciated.

“Dance with me.” You utter, fingertips lacing with his. A breath escapes his lips as you tug him into the empty space of your living room, running small circles into the back of his hand. 

The music plays further as your bodies connect like puzzle pieces. Your chest presses to his and you sigh, resting your head against his collarbones. You gently lay kisses onto the area as he squeezes your hands softly. Inhaling his scent, you lift your head and meet with his eyes. They pierce your own but remain sweet and full of admiration.

The record player is a few meters away from you, belting out the song though you can’t help but sing along.

“And with this feeling I’ll forget, I’m in love now.”

The words drip out with passion and Harry leans in to close the gap. 

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Allow me to whine for just a second and say how much the Harry vs. Louis shit pisses me the fuck off, especially on a big day for BOTH of them. Why is it always larries? Why do they always come for us, so hard? It’s not fair to us, but it’s mostly not fair to Harry and and Louis, because after public separations and stunts galore people STILL shit on their fans, fans who stream and buy tickets and promote better than their own goddamn teams can. And part of me just goes that much harder, but part of me is really fucking tired of always being the punchline in a joke or something. Stop asking them about it, leave them alone, leave me alone. if I’m the “crazy larrie lady” that mumbles to herself on her own GD blog then fine, but just do like everyone else does and leave a wide berth around me as you scroll on by.
NOTHING TO SEE HERE. Stop trying to take the wind from our sails on this day, okay? The sky is blue, the grass is green, Louis and Harry are in love…

ANYWAY PLEASE stream Back To You, request it, Shazam it, go see Dunkirk, see it in IMAX like I am, let’s make our boys the number ones they deserve to be.

One Year | A Gaston Story (Chapter Five)

One Year | A Gaston Story

Gaston (Luke Evans) X OC

Summary: Gaston made all the wrong choices in life, and when a dramatic fall from the Beast’s castle leaves him wounded and near-death, he thinks it’s the end of his time. When an old beggar woman appears at his side, she heals him back to his normal self but gives him one year, and only one year, to find true love before his time on earth, and the town’s memories of him, come to an end.

Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five

LeFou was always the punchline of Gaston’s jokes, the lifelong childhood friend whose loyalty towards Gaston was incontrovertible, the “funny guy” who was always present for a good laugh and whose kindness could easily be taken advantage of. It had been quite unchallenging in the past for LeFou to endure Gaston’s obsession with women and war because he believed, in the end, Gaston’s feelings may change towards him.

Gaston wasn’t lionhearted and audacious in his childhood, that part of his persona developed after his parents died, but LeFou couldn’t help himself for being so attracted to him as they grew up. Who wasn’t attracted to Gaston the Hunter? The war hero was the epitome of “tall, dark and handsome” and his success in the village and on the battlefield made every man want to be him and every woman want to sleep with him, or so Gaston assumed. And that precisely was LeFou’s major conflict: he struggled internally with the desire to be Gaston and the desire to be with him. However, people often overlooked just how kind LeFou was and his passionate feelings towards Gaston were set on the backburner for the purpose that the young sidekick simply cared too much about their friendship.

And so, LeFou smiled politely this time last year when Gaston would revolve his days around wooing Belle, the beautiful oddball and bookworm, only for her to reject him constantly. It pained LeFou to watch as Gaston continued making advances on Belle. He knew it would never work out. He couldn’t speak up, he attempted (on multiple occasions), but his belief that Belle could not be more wrong for Gaston was something that the war hero would not accept. She was certainly the most beautiful girl in the village, that much was true, but as the days passed and the rejections were ongoing, LeFou understood that the idea of courting Belle was more of a chase in Gaston’s eyes than an authentic, passionate feeling. He wanted to win. Belle was the prize, she would be his only prize, and the night the mob formed, LeFou was horrified to see the fire screaming inside of Gaston’s dark eyes. Truth be told, Gaston leaving Maurice in the woods to be eaten by wolves was the start of LeFou’s faltering loyalty. How could someone leave an elderly man, a father, tied to a tree to be mauled by vicious animals? And then, that dreaded night when they attacked the castle, LeFou knew that in the hero’s mind, the town had evaporated and he was standing in the middle of the battlefield, ready at a moment’s notice to slaughter the Beast and finally claim his reward. It became all too much for LeFou, his friend was gone and he simply didn’t recognize the monster towering over him, screaming “Do you want to be next?!

He didn’t expect Gaston to survive, no one did, it was an absolute miracle that he was spotted rushing into his tavern the morning after the fall. At first glance, he was unharmed, but when he turned his body sharply as he ripped the tavern door open, a few villagers noted blood stains on the white shirt ruffles that feathered down his chest. That morning was the last glance most of the village had of Gaston, and when LeFou discovered his friend had survived, he spent the following days fighting an inner battle of helping Gaston or shunning him indefinitely. When the rest of the town collectively declared Option B, LeFou’s affectionate heart twisted with guilt and apprehension. Gaston did not cope well with hatred or ill-thoughts of his character and, though seemingly deserving, LeFou simply couldn’t abandon his friend.

In the months after the fall, LeFou gathered as many people into the tavern until the daily customer count improved to four. He didn’t expect praise, it was obvious Gaston refused to exit his room, but LeFou didn’t give up on him. Stanley was patient with this slow progress, well aware of LeFou’s past feelings, but he loved LeFou, after all. He supported him. The prolonged game of winning Gaston’s heart ceased with Stanley now in his life, and LeFou’s genuine acts of caring were to help his old friend, well, live again. It seemed absolutely hopeless until the day Anne wandered into the village. Unlike Belle, the chemistry between the new girl and Gaston was stimulating and LeFou couldn’t deny that maybe she possessed this certain “je ne sais quoi” that would ultimately change Gaston for the better. He could at least hope.

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four-panel comics map rather well onto the political compass because of the typical joke structure (which is a boiled down story structure).

the first panel is the exposition, and is often the one that is the biggest stretch.

the second panel features the premise, which often introduces conflict with an outside force of some kind. this maps onto the authoritarian right very well, especially because most people into political compasses and internet comics find the authoritarian right to be a challenging outside force at least sometimes.

the third panel isn’t anything specific - further development of the conflict, for example.

and the fourth panel is obviously always the punchline, as most right-libertarians are seen, even to themselves.

One Foot Out of the Grave Pt. 2

A/N: So this one is a bit longer due to it being multiple scenes after raiding Strucker’s base in AoU in which the reader and Pietro would interact. All italics are actual dialogue from AoU and therefore not mine. I don’t believe it’s anywhere near my greatest (partly due to trying to work in the actual dialogue), but I have some serious plans for the next part (aka the battle). I hope you enjoy.

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Warnings: Language, sexual innuendo like once

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Words: 5, 437

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Darkness Prevails ch 9

So I know I took a few extra days to write this, I was in a bit of a stump, and I had a string of job interviews. But I got the job! So theres that. Anyway, enjoy.

“Dad, this is Betty.”

FP Jones stood in the small kitchen of his trailer, bottle in hand, half a cigarette hanging haphazardly from his mouth, leather jacket hanging loosely around his shoulders. Recognition crossed his face, but he covered it quickly with a grin. Putting the bottle down, he stuck his hand out. Betty shook it gently, a small smile on her lips.

“It’s a Mini Cooper!” FP laughed, eyes bright. Betty’s face reddened, looking down.

Her voice was quiet when she asked, “How did you know my last name?”

He laughed again, “I used to kick it with your mom, back in the day.” He winked.

Betty opened her mouth to respond, but Jughead’s hand on her back silenced her. “Dad, uh. Can Betty stay with us for a little while?” Jughead asked sheepishly, hand rubbing the back of his head. His father just blinked, looking between the two.

“Any friend of Jughead’s is a friend of mine.” FP stated, smiling, before heading to the couch and plopping down. “You can take the bedroom, Jug and I can crash out here.”

Jughead went pale, looking between his dad and Betty. She just smiled, shrugging. “Um, dad. I’ll just crash in the room with Betty.” His face was an array of red, creeping to the back of his neck. Betty choked on a laugh, failing to keep herself composed. FP’s face lit up with realization, nodding his approval.

“You and Mini Cooper have fun then.” FP said quietly as they head for the bedroom.

Closing the door, Jughead leaned against it and sighed. His face was still red, hand messing up his hair. He looked up at Betty, embarrassment coursing through him. She just smiles at him, leaning forward, pulling his hand to her side as she wrapped her arms around his waist. Laying her head on his chest, he rubs her back lightly.

They pull away after a few minutes, Betty shivering from the sudden cold. Jughead just smiles at her, pulling her to the bed. Sitting down, he pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her center, placing the side of his face on her chest, hugging her. “I’m sorry about your mom.” His voice was muffled, talking into her breasts, but she just smiled, idly playing with hair messy hair.

“It’s not your fault, no reason to apologize Jug.” He squeezed a little harder, then let go. “Lets go to bed, ok?” She smiled down at him as he nodded, shedding her clothes and crawling up to the pillow. He just stared at her legs, eyes hungry. Licking his lips, he runs his fingers lightly over her exposed skin, a shiver ran down her spine.

“You didn’t say we had to sleep.” His voice was husky, a smug smile on his lips as he continued trailing his fingers up her legs.

“I suppose you’re right.” Betty just laughed, sitting up quickly to capture his lips with hers.

The week went by quickly, Betty’s concussion slowly getting better. She still dealt with headaches, slight nausea from time to time, and dizzy spouts – but nothing she had a hard time handling. What she couldn’t process, was the overbearing protectiveness of Veronica and Archie at school. The glares to anyone and everyone who even breathed next to Betty in the halls or cafeteria, walking ahead of her in the halls, Archie taking up the rear. They were acting like a squad of bodyguards, in position and ready to pounce on anyone who was a threat.

The threat.

Chuck Clayton.

Chuck hadn’t been at school since the fight in the courtyard. Rumors were he got suspended, but no one could prove the theory. Most said it was because of the black eye ‘some serpent gave him.’ Betty just smirked when she heard that one.

Also among the list of things she couldn’t really handle was the overbearing clingyness of Jughead at home. As soon as she stepped foot off school grounds the first day back, Jughead was there. His dads pickup truck behind, him leaning against it nonchalantly, a smug smile on his lips at her surprise. He strolled up, placed a long sloppy kiss on her lips, and glared at anyone walking by. Pulling his jacket off, he wrapped it around her shoulders, and opened the door to the vehicle.

Since the first day back though, the four of them have been at Pops everyday till late, laughing and reminiscing – from the outside looking in, they seemed like 4 normal teenage friends. Inseparable, invulnerable, perfect. Archie and Jughead falling back into the same aggressive humor, Jughead’s sardonic sarcasm to Archie’s blatant punchlines, always cheesy and equally terrible. Betty would laugh till her sides hurt, Veronica red in the face and wheezing. They were in a bubble, impossible to penetrate from the outside.

Until the following Friday. 5 full days of Betty being back at school, vitally protected by Ronnie and Archie at school, woefully nursed back to health at home at the hands of her boyfriend. Things had seemed, good, right. Perfect.

But Betty always hated the word perfect.

As the four horsemen entered the diner, the familiar bell signaling their arrival, they halted in their tracks. An unusually large group was currently seated in their regular booth.

Aggressive towards one another, laughing far too loud, the group didn’t even notice Betty and CO staring.

Until the devil himself turned around, wicked smile on his lips.

“Betty.” Chuck’s voice sent angry waves down Betty’s spine, she stiffened at the sound. “Finally coming to the dark side?” He winked at her. Another wave of shudders went down her body as Jughead leaned forward, growling.

She put her hand out, silencing his protests. “I would never step foot in that realm, let alone even think about it.” Betty spat out, Veronica laughing.

Chuck’s eyes brightened, “That isn’t what you said before.”

Jughead stiffened behind her, closing his mouth. Archie sucked in a breath, while Veronica spared a glance sideways. Ignoring the disbelief of her friends, Betty held her head high. “I don’t know what delusion you had, Chuck, but nothing happened between you and I. Ever.” Betty clenched her fists hard, blood welling up in her palms instantly.

Chuck laughed, but it wasn’t lively. It was almost like the sound nails made scratching over a blackboard – rough, ear splitting, headache inducing. His group was silent when his laughter died down, his eyes landing on the blonde in front of him. “Oh I’ve had my taste of little Miss Cooper. And I want more.”

“You’ll have to go through me then!” Veronica’s voice chimed in, bold and angry. The raven haired heiress stepped forward, crossing her arms tightly.

“And me!” Archie added, coming to stand in line with Veronica, hands on his hips.

“You’ll never make it through me, but you can sure as hell try.” Jughead’s voice followed as he stepped ahead of them all, murderous glint sparking in his eyes.  

Chuck’s smile wavered, but he stood tall. Crossing his arms, the muscles in his biceps flex hard, eyes shining. He took a large step forward, coming face to face with Jughead. It would’ve been eye to eye, had Jughead been a few inches taller, but Jughead stayed fierce. Chuck’s unholy laugh resonated once more.

Then a new set of voices broke through.

“You’ll also have to go through us.”

All heads turned, eyes going wide with shock, as they land on the location of the voice. In the doorway of the diner, albeit slightly disheveled, stood FP Jones, a furious group of Serpents in the backdrop. A wicked glint shone in FP’s eye as he surveyed the standoff, grinning when he spots Betty’s green eyes watching him intently. Chuck let out a breathy laugh, backing up a few steps to the safety of his posse. FP stepped forward, coming to stand beside Betty, throwing an arm over her shoulders nonchalantly.

“This here Cooper is a full fledge Serpent Wife. With all the protection from the entire Southside behind her.” FP grinned again, throwing his other arm over Jughead, who stepped back to stand in line with his father. “And if you ever even think – if you glorified monkeys even have that function – of touching a hair on this here blondey,” His eyes darkened, grin turning into a snarl, “will be in for one helluva party.”

Chuck faltered, fear slicing across his face before he quickly covered it with anger. He let out a low growl, spitting out worthless comebacks and empty threats. FP just laughed again, snapping his finger. A brutish serpent from behind stepped forward, grunting, as he reached a hand out to Chuck. Chuck quickly dodged out of the grasp, growling again as he took off out the back door of the diner, company in tow.

Jughead turned to his dad as they retreated from the diner as well, Pop finally giving them the boot for rough housing customers – again. “How did you know we were here?” Jughead’s question was cold, laced with anger from the encounter.

FP just sighed, “Jug, you’ve been coming here since you could walk. And I saw you guys a few times while I passed by this week.” He paused, rubbing a hand over his mouth. “You looked happy.” Jughead blanked, then nodded. “I haven’t seen you this happy since you spent all your time at the Andrews house, coming home to tell your ma about Betty, Archie and yours’ adventures when you were younger. Wish I could’ve met them before you guys drifted apart.” Jughead’s eyes glazed over, blinking hard he just set his mouth in a thin line.

“They drifted from me. I was a mess after mom left.” A stray tear escaped his blue eyes as he glanced over his shoulder at Betty, a few feet away in the arms of Veronica. “I should’ve brought them to meet you, mom and Jellybean, but I just didn’t know how.” He turned back to his dad, looking down sorrowfully. FP placed a hand on his shoulder, patting gently.

“The past is the past Jug, what matters if I finally got to meet them.” FP smiled as Jughead lifted his head, surprise crossing his features. “And I must say. I’m glad you finally made a move on Betty.” He winked, eliciting a groan from his son, face reddening. “She’s really good for you son, better than anyone. Ever.”

Jughead nodded, glancing over his shoulder again. Betty caught his eyes, smiling up at him from where she stood. He smiled back, heart racing.

FP patted his shoulder again, bringing his attention back. “If you ever need my help, or if she does -” He jerks his chin in the direction of Betty, “-just let me know, and I’ll be there.” He paused for a second before adding, “your family will be there to help. I promise.”

anonymous asked:

I like to think that Joker is 100% against rape and rapist. Like if he finds out one of gang members raped someone. They get shot or something. Or if one of his relationships with another gang and they turn out to be rapists and stuff he severs his ties with them and possible gang war. Because the joker is chaotic bad not morally bad or something like that

I also think he is against rape. When he raped a woman in the Joker grahic novel, there was a lot of backlash at the time from fans and writers who have worked on Joker before because of it. All agreeing that it was out of character. However I have to disagree with you on the “not morally bad” part. Because the Joker is a morally bad character and follows his own code. There are a lot of interesting forums discussing the rape scene in the graphic novel ‘Joker’ and people raise good points about why Joker wouldnt rape that I agree with, just google about the forums and you should be able to find them. Basically what people agree on is it’s out of character because no matter what joker does there is always a punchline for it or a reason that joker twists in his mind. Rape is something devoid of all reason and any point. In that Joker wouldn’t see any point to it and see criminals who do it as cowards or cop outs because they stoop to doing something that has no sense of thought. Joker is a creative villain and wouln’t feel the need or appeal to go for things so lacking. An interesting point raised was that he’d be the last of batmans villains to do something like rape because he is the farthest from reality. He is very insane and theatrical in his creation and rape is such a horrific thing set in reality and he isn’t a typical lowlife criminal. I kinda butchered the explanations but I def recommend reading up about peoples reactions to the topic they will articulate much better.

Guys you seriously cannot begin to understand how fucking excited I am that there is a BEAUTIFUL, POWERFUL, KICKASS LADY HERO in Overwatch that is representing people like me. So many shows and movies have portrayed autism in terrible ways, to the point where it’s almost always mockery or the punchline of some awful joke. People fear folks like us because of those portrayals, and it’s made living with autism so goddamn difficult like I just want to scream all the time.

But now we have Symmetra, who is intelligent and complex and gorgeous and guys I’m just so excited I’m actually crying right now.  


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Spam. Don’t spam people. Don’t make spammy posts, don’t post spammy replies, don’t send people spammy messages. Be a regular human. Don’t put tags on your posts that will mislead or deceive searchers. For example, don’t tag a photo of your cat with “doctor who” unless the name of your cat is actually Doctor Who, and don’t overload your posts with #barely #relevant #tags. Of course, meaningful uses of tags are always fine (for example, ironic “punchline” tags that add meaning or context to a post). Don’t put dubious code in your posts, like using JavaScript to cause redirects or inject unwanted ads in blogs. Don’t use deceptive means to generate revenue or traffic, or create blogs with the primary purpose of affiliate marketing. Spam doesn’t belong on Tumblr.

Ie a bot counts as spam. Then decide whether or not you want to block the blog, then hit the orange button. 

You can also report blogs via tumblr’s support system

I’ve used it before for other things they’re very good about getting back to you. 

Why am I posting this here? Because I know it will be seen and I’m tired of porn bots. If you’re gonna post porn be an actual person dammit. 

The Signs as “The Signs” Posts

Aries: The Signs as Beautiful Things

Taurus: What the Signs Search On Google

Gemini: The Signs Being Rich

Cancer: The Signs and What They Complain the Most About

Leo: The Signs as Mythical Creatures

Virgo: How the Signs Chill

Libra: The Signs and Cooking

Scorpio: The Signs Witnessing a Murder

Sagittarius: The Signs as Stoner Problems

Capricorn: How the Signs Lost Their Virginity

Aquarius: The Signs as Types of Abandoned Places

Pisces: The Signs as Fish